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He made it very prominent that your blessing was to be in private.
"The Lord gives confidentiality to those far too sinful. The ghost among you is passionate, lustrous. We cannot risk that demon to latch on to a beloved brother or sister,"
You held his gospel close to your heart, and the words he spoke, you obeyed. You would do anything to rid of these thoughts, how your body ruptures into a course of adrenaline. It always happened during the sermons, when Eli's words coursed through your ears and sent vibrations down your core. While everyone obeyed and listened, your mind would drift elsewhere. You heard the gospel but couldn't listen; the word of God became nothing but a sound. And Eli's mouth brought focus on a specific that caused you to flare like a roaring fire.
It began at the sermon that was Daniel Plainview's first attendance, where Eli succeeded in curing Mrs Hunter's arthritis and casting the demon that riddled her into the dusty air. You watched the miracle happen, gazing at the grazes on Eli's hands as he held Old Mrs Hunter's stiff grip, coursing her hands through his face and into his hairline. His voice rippled through you, and you swallowed a lump forming in your throat. As you gulped, there was a buzz in your abdomen and the sensation lowered. Then, you felt dampness underneath your skirts, causing you to think you began your time of the month. Later, when you arrived home, you discovered you did not bleed. As if it became a phantom.
You arrived at the church as the day dawned, just as Eli requested. The wooden door creaked open as you walked inside, gazing around the candlelit room to see Eli's whereabouts. He sat by the front of the church, staring at the dark wood wall with a prayer book in hand. As he heard you enter, he beckoned you to sit next to him.
"Please, have a seat."
You sat next to him, wringing your hands from nerves. As he sensed your tense presence, he prolonged his gaze and welcomed you to meet his eyes. Due to your circumstance, you felt ashamed to look at him. To think his stare might be full of judgement because of your presence. This demon within you halts your chances of being respected. If the town were to find out why you are here, you knew the reaction. You would not be welcomed if Eli did not forgive you for your sins. You prayed to God that Eli would grant you forgiveness, that he would let you be closer to God.
"I can sense that your mind is troubled," Eli prompted quietly.
You nodded your head, your eyes trailing away from his gaze and shamelessly down at the floor.
"Tell me when you first felt this . . . evil presence within yourself," He asked.
A lump formed in your throat again, just like all the other times. As if the devil was clawing at your passages and causing you pain, reminding you that it is inside you. You contained its urges, swallowing hard and saying your peace.
"At your sermon last week, it nearly overtook me. I felt . . . something. I- I had never felt it before. I saw the miracle you performed, and my body responded. Yet, it did not feel holy,"
Eli paused in thought, his eyes peering before you, taking in every inch of your physicality. He knew of your family; your father worked in the oil rigs. You and your mother moved along with him as he worked. When your father worked long hours, you and your mother found refuge in the church and attended regularly. From his observations, he has seen you are domestically inclined. You give water to the workers during their long hours, and you knit them scarfs and hats during the winters. You tended to the animals and even helped his sisters on the goat farm. Eli found himself gazing at you in your daily routine in these settings. He liked to prolong his greetings to you when you were nearby, catching glimpses of how your hair framed your purified face. Or how your fingers looked so delicate when you cross-stitched. He was not sure if these thoughts were sinful, as you reminded him of the light of God, the innocence of the world.
"Explain this feeling. Did it feel evil?"
You weren't sure how to answer, but you looked to Eli, your eyes glassy. You were overwhelmed by your confusion. You wanted this to work out. At that moment, you felt your whole life become a ruin. As if God's fist will come down from the sky and strike you at any moment. You were desperate to confess, but your naivety could not put it into words.
"It felt . . . Powerful. I had no control of it. As you touched Mrs Hunter and cast the demon away, something inside me flipped around. Then I . . ."
"Go on, girl. Say it,"
"Then I felt something down here." Your hands brushed across the top of your skirt in between your legs. "It was moist as if I was bleeding. Yet, nothing was there,"
Eli's eyes glimmered with surprise. His change in stare startled you, and you turned your legs towards him and looked into his gaze. You sniffled the tears that were forming in your eyes, trying not to let them stream. You wanted to be brave. For God. For Eli.
"This can be forgiven, right? God will give me forgiveness, won't he?"
Eli reached out his hands, taking yours into his, and when his touch met yours, you felt that feeling again. Something was jumping inside of you, ready to prance. You looked down at your holding hands and saw your fingers begin to shake. Eli saw it too.
"You see this? You see it coming alive?" Eli asked.
You nodded your head ferociously, fear welling in your eyes. A single tear fell down your cheek, and you jerked your hands back from Eli's hold, but he grabbed them and held your hands tighter. He took a deep inhale and gasped out the exhale, shaking his head.
"This . . . thing inside you. It opposes me. It opposes my touch and my presence. This ghost is evil and tormenting your precious mind. How it found refuge in such a holy body is a demonic mystery. But I can get it out . . . I can cast it out!"
Eli looked at you with so much passion, his determination showing through every movement of his face. You found safety in his words, and you returned the firm grip he hand on your hands. The proximity with him continued the ravishing feelings in your body. You wanted his hands to touch your face; flow through your hair. The feeling inside you urged you to touch him, wrap your arms around him and never let go. To smell his scent and suffocate your mouth into his neck. You wanted him to touch you, to feel every part of you. To-
"Rid me of this, please!"
Eli's breathing became heavier as he saw your behaviour deteriorate. It made a similar reaction in his body, yet in his mind, it was fuelled with the passion of Christ. The Lord was giving him the power to heal you, to banish the demon from your sacred body. He placed his hands on your flushed cheeks, feeling the warmth radiant onto his palms. Your hands gripped his forearms which made his breath hitch.
"Are you menstruating?" Eli asked.
For words like that to come from a man, you would have been taken aback. In a moment of desperation, however, you just shook your head. Your last bled finished a week ago.
Your response caused a feeling to surge through Eli, which was complete arousal. Everything about you raised urges in his mind. Thoughts of you were the only thoughts he had where God was not present. He would pray after lustful thoughts that these would not tear him away from his faith. The thoughts could range from innocent to vulgar. He remembered how you played tag with the town's children, how your skirt whipped in the air as you ran. He could have sworn he had seen your undergarments. That image burned through his mind throughout the following night. The following day at the sermon, the sight of you in your Sunday best, smile radiant and gazing attentively, made him lose track of his speech and his mind wandered. You got in the way of God, and now he has to bring God back between you.
"Turn around," Eli said.
You followed his orders, letting go of his arms and facing away from him. You pursed your lips and closed your eyes, prepared for what was to come. Eli's hands fitted onto your waist, and he ushered your body to lean into his. Your back pressed into his abdomen, and he placed his hand onto the side of your face, guiding you to rest the temple of your face into the crook of his neck. His body was warm, welcoming you into submission. His legs spread wide, and you fitted perfectly in between them. Your legs began to shift as the burning feeling in your womb began to grow rampant.
"I have to cast this spirit away with more than just words," Eli confessed, "You have to put your up-most trust in me. You will feel many powerful urges; some of them will be painful. But as long as you are with me, you are with God,"
You sigh in relief, lifting your eyes to look up towards him, your hands desperately holding onto his forearms again.
"Do whatever it takes to heal me, Eli,"
He followed your words like Gospel. His hands placed on your waist began to travel, his left going upward and his right downward. His motions made you gasp, preparing for what was to come. Eli whispered prayers in your ear, and you followed through, your eyes never breaking from his hands. How his hands fitted you so well, his thumb engraving into the dip of your waist, sliding across the line of your chest. It felt lustrious, but Eli promised it would get rid of the spirit. His right hand took hold of the layered fabric of your skirt, hiking it up to your thigh and exposing your bare legs. You pinned your legs sheepishly together, and Eli attempted to contain a smirk at your bashfulness. Christ, you were so innocent.
To bask at your exposed skin, Eli rested his chin on your shoulder, biting hard on his brittle lips to contain the ungodly moans that attempted to roll off his tongue. His hands were still in motion, his fingertips brushing against your thighs as they shook from nerves. The rupture inside you reacted with an unexplained strength. The light, delicate hairs on your skin stood up as you shivered. You slapped a hand around your lips to contain the noises that bubbled in your throat, but they still came out muffled.
"Don't let the demon take over you. Don't let it speak a word, do not give it the right to speak over you!" Eli preached, his lips pressed against your ear. Hot breaths from his mouth escaped and violated the sensitive parts of your neck.
His fingers tucked in between your thighs, forcing your legs to pry wide. The air that lingered in the church travelled to your exposed thighs, and you gasped at the cold exposure. The heat soon returned to your legs as Eli's hands pressed against your inner thighs and massaged the tender skin. Your legs squirmed, your feet shifted in your boots. Eli took the time to admire the white stockings that covered your lower legs, the hem stopping over your knee. His fingers touched the delicate fabric, travelling down your calf and back up to your thighs that were marked with his handprints from his desperate grip.
"You must open yourself to me," Eli insisted, his hands getting closer to your heat. "This is where the demon inside you shall escape from you."
You obeyed, relaxing the tension in your hips and legs to give access. The first thing Eli felt was the frills of your drawers, welcoming his touch. The sight of your undergarments excited him. To see a presence that was forbidden sent him into a spiral. Your drawers were stark white as if brand new, the femininity of your vulnerability showcasing you in a new light. It made the look in your eyes much more appealing. The sight of you made Eli want to kiss you.
Eli's slender fingers lay gently on your pulsing heat, pressing against the white fabric, feeling the wetness spill from your cunt and onto his fingers. Your warmth intoxicated him.
"It is all clear now," Eli muttered, "This was the residue that poured from within you days ago when you were in my presence. And here it is again as I exorcise you. Remains of the demon within you, the more of this exposed, the more the demon shall be released."
Your hips bucked and squirmed as his fingers massaged your drawers, the friction satisfying your sensitivity. A whine escaped your throat as you pursed your lips, your grip on Eli's dress shirt sleeves growing tighter.
"It's too much, Eli. I- I don't know if I can continue,"
"Don't give up now! The Lord insists you!"
You obeyed once again, keeping your legs open to Eli's touch. His dominant hand motioned upwards to the hem of your drawers, peering it open as his hand slithered more profound into the wildfire of your heat. He dived his fingers into the precum surrounding your cunt, sliding a finger between your sensitive walls. His touch sent your mind into a haze, and your head fell back into his shoulder. He felt your soft hair tickle the crook of his neck, and he stared into your eyes, his fingers persisting in massaging your cunt.
The pressure of his touch gradually escalated the more your body responded, your bloomers hanging from the ankle as Eli had full access to your forbidden areas. Once he discovered your clit, seeing how your whimpers grew intensely, the more he circled his index fingertip into the area, he encouraged you to let out your moans. The more you moaned, the more the spirit was released. The more you moaned, the more it satisfied Eli's perversions.
"Are you a virgin?" Eli groaned, mesmerised by your glazed stare.
You nodded in response, too light-headed to muster up words. The feelings lighting through your body was ecstatic, your limbs ranging from squirming with pleasure to turning completely numb from pain.
"I- I will never lay with a man until marriage," You confessed. Oblivious to the act you submitted to.
A swell of arousal filled Eli's judgement, his fingers drenched in your substance. His free hand caressed your perked breasts, twisting your nipples and catching your succulent skin. Between your legs, Eli inched his fingers closer to your entrance.
"You will feel an overwhelming bulge of emotion in the next course of action. When you feel this, it means the spirit has left your body and travelled to the abyss. In just a few moments, you will be free from the darkness and welcomed back into God's light."
You perked your head in anticipation, your breath was heavy, and your chest rose and sunk. You felt Eli's fingers flick at your entrance, and you began to feel nervous. Suddenly, it felt like this moment was toeing the line. You realised that what Eli was about to do was forbidden, but your trust was still overflowing in his hands. Your body was still pressed against him, your hips bucked against his erection that you were completely oblivious to. You did it because it felt right. When you did grind onto him, it caused Eli's hands to grip you tighter, smack your sensitive spots, to punish the beast living within you. He wondered how oblivious you indeed were to this act, wondering if, even by nature, you were such a taunting tease. He has always seen you as the type of girl to kiss and never tell, and it turned him on so fucking much. Eli knew that he could violate your body as much as he could, from now to whenever; it'd be your little secret.
Eli gave no warning as he slid his index finger deep into your cunt, causing your eyes to dilate and your back to arch. You gripped the back of his head and attempted to contain your whimpering moans, pleading with him with begging eyes to soothe your pain. Your grip on his head caused his face to dive into the crook of your neck, where he muffled a low, elongated moan from his strained vocal cords.
His finger began to pump inside you, his eyes widening in surprise at how you felt inside. Warm and slick, tight and succulent. He entered his middle finger into you, feeling your cunt tighten at the girth. You squirmed and tensed, and tears welled in your eyes. The mix of pleasure and pain confused your mind. You didn't know if you wanted him to stop or continue. You pleaded with Eli, but you weren't sure why. The desperation in your voice made his stare dark as his fingers went into motion, going deeper and deeper, never stopping that moment on.
"Get out of her ghost. Get out of her ghost!" Eli whined.
Eli's instruction became primal as his fingers pumped in and out from inside you, your wetness streaming down your thighs. The sight of your heat glistening from the moisture made your heart swell and your pants sound satisfied, knowing that you were inches away from being cured of the riddling curse. An urge was anticipated in your core. It built up within you like a crescendo. Eli felt your body grow tense, catching the sight of your thighs vibrating from the sheer pleasure. His fingers pulsated inside you until his digits hit a nerve that caused a wave of euphoria inside you. You called out his name, gripping his forearms, feeling the intensive pleasure flood your core and washing out the sin. You were caught in a high shortly after, completely over-stimulated, short gasps and heartly giggles leaving your swollen, flushed lips. As Eli admired your change of appearance, from glowy, youthful skin to a flushed, hot mess, he found intense pleasure in your hysterics. Your clothes were ruffled and hanging off your fruitful body. Strands of hair escaped your pinned-up style and clung to your glistening face. As you rested your tired body into Eli's arms and gazed up at him, your eyes giving thanks, he gave into his final urge and collided his lips onto yours.
Even after what had occurred, this was the moment that took you aback. He kissed you in a way you were never kissed before. His tongue latched onto your bottom lip, and his immersive hands gripped the small of your waist. You convinced yourself it was not a kiss but a method to suck the remains of the demon out of you. Yet, you leaned into him and your lips puckered in the way you planned to do once you received your first kiss.
When Eli pulled away, he looked intensely into your eyes, his sweaty hands placed on either side of your face. You could smell your scent on him. He tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ears and stroked his thumb along your lips.
"The spirit is no longer within you; it is now gone." Eli simply said, his lips twitching a smirk.
He left you there without another word. Even when you thanked him numerous times, he never looked back at you. As he left the church and closed the door, you remained in the candlelit room. A sense of artificial relief calmed the nerves you arrived with. All you could think was how Eli saved your life, how he grounded you back to holiness and brought you back to the path to God.
It's a tragedy that you were completely unaware that you committed a horrendous sin.